Sky-cracking Rider

Henghai Tactical Weapons Group was substantial in size and business, so they should not renege on a deal over just one suit of tactical armor.

It's tough being a freeloader, and Chen Fei came from just an ordinary working-class family, utterly powerless and insignificant.

If people wanted to bully him, they would.

"Uh! No, that's not what I meant, what I mean is…"

Zhao Liandong hesitated, seemingly at a loss for words.

At the time of the bet, he naturally thought he was getting a bargain; 174 armed personnel in three types of land warfare individual tactical armor, teaching this naive young man a lesson; but the reality was a slap in the face, literally a slap in the face.

174 against 1, regardless of the outcome, numbers would become meaningless.

If he could just imagine a day in the life of young Chen Fei—missiles whizzing through the sky, jets and turboprop aircraft overwhelming the heavens, the roaring Dragon of Slaughter, and mutants carpeting the mountains under the shroud of night... None who survived such an environment could be simple; brawling was as commonplace as eating for them.

How could anyone possibly think he lacked so much Jianghu experience that he would neglect to specifically agree on the number of opponents in battle?

Fortunately, Henghai Tactical Weapons Group still had some face, otherwise they might have thrown in a thousand men in armor right off the bat, and even if they were a gang of pigs, it would be enough to wear Chen Fei down.

If Zhao Liandong had taken even a moment to further deepen his understanding, he would never have agreed to such a bet, but the situation was never that simple.

"What is it?"

Chen Fei slightly narrowed his eyes.

This old dodger is scheming something nice again!

"My point is, why not increase the stakes? After all, you're only looking to get a set of individual tactical armor, but with your skills, you could get much more; you, deserve the best."

Indeed, it took a capable person to be an executive vice president. In just a short moment, Zhao Liandong fabricated a reason so convincing he almost believed it himself.

It was crucial to fulfill the promise, or have a justifiable way to gloss over it.

As a vice president, he could recognize the debt, but passing the scrutiny of the board of directors was not that easy.

After all, individual tactical armor was not like a proportional model figurine from a toy store; it was an actual piece of military hardware, not something one could just sell or give away to the public on a whim.

Even if the other party was a military contractor authorized to possess lethal weapons, had it been approved by the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee?

Military contractors are under strict control regarding the weapons they use, and equipment such as active-duty individual tactical armor,

Simply isn't listed on the purchasable equipment list allowed for military contractors.

Of course, personal ownership is another matter entirely—bringing one's own gear to the job is completely above board.

This brings us back to the restriction that civilians cannot own tactical weapons, creating a vicious cycle.

"No, I'm only interested in the aerial combat interceptor 'Flying Dragon'; I don't want the others!"

Chen Fei decisively refused.

It was clear what the other party was playing at, as obvious as fleas on a bald head, and he was well aware that greater benefits came with greater demands.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Tying himself to Henghai Tactical Weapons Group and then rightfully working for them, even if it meant getting a set of armor, would still be like the meat rotting in the pot—the gratuity still wouldn't flow into someone else's field.

After the plan fell through, Zhao Liandong did not show a disappointed expression but instead said earnestly, "Uh! I will do my utmost to help you acquire it, after all, the corporation isn't just mine."

A promise from the executive vice president is as good as the emperor's word—he must act upon it. Fang Lou, the vice president in charge of personnel and ideological work, looked at Zhao Liandong in surprise and said, "Wow, Old Zhao, are you serious?"

"You better think it through, getting a complete set of the 'Flying Dragon' tactical armor is no joke!"

The vice president in charge of the production line and quality control, Song Wenshan, was keenly observing Chen Fei's reaction.

Fulfilling a promise is not easy; even the friendly wholesale price starts at 100 million Star Yuan. Even factoring out the profits, production costs, however low, would still be calculated in tens of millions of Star Yuan—it's not a small figure. Zhao Liandong was digging a hole for himself.

Especially for a massive corporation like Henghai Tactical Weapons Group, with many stakeholders involved, any slight deviation from protocol could immediately bring immense pressure, no matter who it was.

"Since we've agreed, I must get what I want."

Chen Fei stretched out his hand and clenched it hard, muscles wrapping around his joints, emitting a cracking sound.

"Young man, you're very confident, aren't you!"

Vice President Fang Lou subtly applied pressure.

"Henghai Tactical Weapons Group must have competitors, right? Shall I send them my resume?"

One of Chen Fei's trump cards, sending resumes—even daring to send one to the enemy. If they dared to accept, he dared to send.

Once chaos ensued, he didn't spare even himself; that's what made him truly ruthless.

Speaking of which, the last one to accept Chen Fei's resume... damn it, now their headquarters building had been demolished by him and others, earning him the badge of a demolition expert.

Zhao Liandong hurriedly said, "Hey! Little Chen, don't mess around!"

Then he continued with a bitter smile, "Although I can't guarantee this, I will certainly do my best!"

It was entirely conceivable that if Chen Fei were to join a rival camp of Henghai Tactical Weapons Group, future military expos would be a mess, full of slaps in the face!

Zhao Liandong really wanted to say, 'You're throwing us under the bus.'

But he couldn't say that, as it would mean really tearing face.

If the other party were just an ordinary person, it would be fine; but it was a Level B Metal Ability User who had just beaten a dozen of Henghai Tactical Weapons Group's elite armed personnel, insisting on acquiring the aerial combat specialized "Flying Dragon" tactical armor, while the specifications of all three land warfare individual tactical armors seemed to have fallen into his hands, even the "Individual Tactical Intelligence Unit" had been breached; it was like getting an advantage and still acting innocent; he wasn't new to the scene, believing such nonsense was out of the question.

The other two vice presidents, overseeing different areas, looked at each other, finding these last few statements hard to respond to!

"I'll give you 24 hours. After 24 hours, I'll submit my resume to your main product's rival company."

Chen Fei issued the final ultimatum.

Instead of arguing, it was better to talk business and force the issue with a substantial threat to coerce the other party into honoring the bet.

"Fine, let's hurry up!"

This was their own gamble and, tears or not, they had to honor it. Zhao Liandong wasn't angry at all but instead gave a look to the two vice presidents, signaling them to come up with a plan together.

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From the time he returned from the exercise field until the end of dinner, Chen Meng's face was colored with worry, making even the meal tasteless.

Her older brother wanted to freeload off Henghai Tactical Weapons Group. Greater rewards meant greater risks, but the latter was not about to comply easily.

As for so-called trustworthiness, it depended on whether the cost of breaching it was acceptable. If unbearable, one would honestly keep their word. If bearable, they'd flip the table right then and there; what could anyone do about it?

Chen Fei finally dropped a bomb; although he was alone, he wasn't without the ability to enforce the gamble with Henghai Tactical Weapons Group or bear the cost of tearing off the mask. Stay tuned to empire

A Metal Ability User with A-level Control Power was a national treasure. Even if not skilled in combat, such an individual would never lack a job to support the family.

To any factory owner, seeing such a supernatural power user was like King Zhou spotting Danji; they would eagerly pull him into their ranks to toil and earn money day by day.

Noticing his younger sister's anxious look, Chen Fei comforted, "Don't worry, I've got this under control."

"We're talking about 120 million Star Yuan here—it's enough to save a life!"

Chen Meng naturally worried that Henghai Tactical Weapons Group might renege.

After all, it was a bet worth hundreds of millions of Star Yuan. Against ordinary folk, they could bully without restraint.

In business transactions, breach of contract clauses are always present, especially with verbal agreements.

Chen Fei didn't seem to care and said, "If anyone feels offended or wants to challenge me, come on over and fight me!"

"That's true!"

Having once seen Henghai Tactical Weapons Group's armed personnel focus fire with various automatic firearms on the three-dimensional real-view big screen, and yet her brother remained unscathed amidst the barrage, Chen Meng's mood immediately lifted.

If anyone has a problem, just go and give my brother a beating—to death's door!

System: Ding! Successfully obtained a piece of individual tactical armor manufactured by Henghai Tactical Weapons Group, energy points +1000!

Energy Points: 1000/10000

"We got it!"

Chen Fei's eyebrows slightly raised.

The Dog System somehow got wind of the news and declared the mission accomplished.

Chen Meng asked puzzledly, "Got what?"

She looked around, but didn't notice anything unusual.

"Tactical armor in hand!"

Chen Fei chose to believe.

"Huh?"

Ding-ding-ding...

Chen Fei's phone rang, and he answered it.

"Hello, Chen Fei, I have some good news."

The voice of Vice President Zhao Liandong came through.

"Is it about that 'Flying Dragon' interceptor type being mine now, right?"

Chen Fei did not give the other party a chance to tease, bursting the bubble himself.

Zhao Liandong replied annoyedly, "Ah, ah, ah, you spoilsport! How did you know?"

"Guess?"

By not letting the other party tease and taking the lead, Chen Fei made Zhao Liandong's face turn quite sour.

Guess?

Guess what?

The amount of information here was somewhat overwhelming.

There must be a mole inside Henghai Tactical Weapons Group leaking information clandestinely.

Otherwise, how could such crucial news leak out in advance?

There must be a mole inside Henghai Tactical Weapons Group; otherwise, how could such critical news leak out accidentally? Could the spy be among the board of directors?

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